My food has become an interstellar intangible cultural heritage

From poor to poor, Si Xing did not lose his determination to make money. He took out his optical brain and looked through the recruitment information on the Internet. Except for machinery, it was information technology, otherwise it was high-tech research.

The gourmet UP owner in the previous life, and the master of classical philology in this life: ...

What else can I do, go back to my old business.

But the advantage is not that the entertainment industry in this era is unprecedentedly developed. All jobs that can be done by humans are basically replaced by artificial intelligence. When people are free, they want to have some fun.

Si Xing went to Douyou TV's website to observe. Most of the current live broadcasts are cute pets or good-looking anchors. There are very few outdoor food categories he likes. The only few are not bad, and there is little competition. The popularity is high, suitable for a rookie anchor like him.

He was turning over the platform to prepare, and the moon, full of food and drink, sent himself to the corner to charge again. Just as he plugged it into the socket, a burst of blue light flickered, and his shiny eyes turned into ancient wells without waves.

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In the hospital, Xie Xun opened his eyes.

The subordinate who was waiting next to him immediately handed the inspection report in front of him, and reported the doctor's statement in a low voice: "At present, the attending doctor can't find out the reason, should we contact foreign experts?"

Xie Xun frowned: "No, just sort out the work reports for the past few days to me."

Even though he was wearing a hospital gown, his whole body exuded a chilling aura, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes quickly scanned the report compiled by his subordinates: "This redo."

Ignoring the trembling movements of his subordinates, his eyes fell on another contract: "Cooperation with Douyou TV?"

"Yes." The subordinate swallowed, "The platform recently wants to optimize the live broadcast screen and try smart camera capture. I hope we can provide technical support."

Xie Xun rubbed the paper with his fingertips, and said for a while: "Tell the person in charge that it will be provided to the outdoor channel first."

Xie's sub-group was originally his talk, and his subordinates didn't think there was anything wrong, so they immediately contacted the person in charge, while Xie Xun continued to deal with the work.

After a while, the subordinates brought lunch: "The young master said he was a new cook."

The lid was opened, and the aroma was overflowing, and the subordinate couldn't help swallowing. The second young master Xie Zhiqiu is an old foodie, and the food that Baba sent must be delicious if he can praise it!Just smell it and you'll know it!

Xie Xun glanced at it, picked up a chopstick of spicy tofu and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it a few times, he spit it out. There was a faint beany smell in the dish. The fermented soy sauce was a bit dry after being fried for a long time, and it had a bitter taste.

He put down his chopsticks: "Eat."

The subordinates happily divided up the food and made a voice of praise: "It's delicious!"

Xie Xun: "...?"

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On the other side, Si Xing has already registered and authenticated his account, and is thinking about what material to shoot.He wandered around the house twice, walked into the study, and his eyes fell on the bookshelf.

At a glance, I saw "Dream of Red Mansions", which was particularly conspicuous on the bookshelf.

He is familiar with "Dream of Red Mansions"!High school students must read!The most famous ones are the eggplants that Grandma Liu ate in the Grand View Garden, the lotus leaf soup that Baoyu ate after being beaten, and other miscellaneous snacks. He almost cried when he saw it!

But now I just had lunch and I'm still not hungry, and it's afternoon, why not order afternoon tea on the hour!

Si Xing chose carefully and decided to make a tofu skin bun.

However, after searching the Internet for a long time, he found that there was only tofu but no tofu skin. He was stunned for a moment, a little helpless, and bought other things first, and then bought soybeans, and then asked the moon to open the live broadcast room.

"Hello, viewers, I'm the new anchor, Si Xing, an outdoor food anchor. Today's food is tofu skin buns."

In the first month of everyone's broadcast, there is a newcomer recommendation period, and some viewers will deliberately choose newcomers to watch in the live broadcast room, so several people came to the live broadcast room one after another.

【"Huh? What is tofu skin? Thinly sliced ​​tofu skin?"】

Si Xing explained: "It's not tofu that has been cut into thin skins, but a layer of skin that is formed on the surface of soy milk when it is boiled." While speaking, he quickly put the soaked beans in a pot and moved them to the millstone in the backyard. I can speed up the soaking of beans and reduce the time, so happy!

While he was cleaning the millstone, the curious baby asked again.

【"Anchor, what is this?"】

Before Si Xing could answer, someone in the audience answered the question.

[Kong Xiaobing: "I know this! My grandma's house in the country has it! It is said that it is a millstone hundreds of years ago! I played it when I was a child. The anchor is grinding tofu."]

"Hundreds of years ago" Si Xing was helpless: "Yes, grind tofu, because I found that there is no tofu skin sold in the mall."

His technique of grinding tofu is naturally proficient.

Si Xing, like "Si Xing", has no father and no mother. He grew up with his grandparents and is self-sufficient in everything in the countryside. Little Si Xing wandered around in the village and learned a lot from some old people.

Si Xing chatted with the barrage one after another, and the small grinding disc squeaked slowly, and the snow-white soy milk flowed into the basin he prepared. After the soy milk was ground, he carried the basin into the house.

Then a new audience came in. The luxurious car and colorful fonts almost didn't brighten Si Xing's eyes.

【Zeng Jian Shan Hai: "Damn!"】

The barrage followed suit.

【"Fucking Brother Emperor??"】

【"Fucking local tyrant! Are you short of friends!"】

Si Xing showed a puzzled expression, and found the answer in the barrage. This user level is the emperor, and he has spent more than 500 million in total. He is a real local tyrant.

【"Gah, there's an even bigger local tyrant here! Look at the pot he holds the soy milk in!"】Seeing that Shan Hai was very uneasy,【"The luster is soft, the glaze is leaden, and there are warped skin patterns, this damn is Tang Sancai!! Anchor, why are you using Tang Sancai to pack soy milk?!"]

The audience was shocked: ["Tang Sancai?? Fake?"]

Once I saw Shan Hai, I almost looked at it with a microscope: 【"This detail is absolutely authentic! The last one who proved it to be the real Tang Sancai Du Nima took 3000 million photos!"】

Si Xing: "..." He is so confused, is this just a pot he randomly picked out in the room? ?The pots in the kitchen were too small, so he saw that the size of this pot was just right, so he used it to hold soy milk... It turned out to be Tang Sancai? ?

He looked around and saw antiques, large and small.

I thought they were all fakes bought by Grandma Si, but now I suddenly realize that they might all be genuine? ?

Si Xing's heart was trembling.

The heart that once saw Shan Hai was also trembling.

Because as Si Xing looked around, the smart camera also followed his perspective around the room.

【"...Ice-cracked incense tripod, blue-patterned vase, green-glazed panlong vase... Boss, accept my knees!"】Zeng Shanhai almost knelt down with a plop,【"You are so rich and still broadcast live What?! Just take one of these guys in the room and you'll be rich!"]

Si Xing: "..." It is impossible to sell porcelain, these are all left by Grandma Si to Yuan, and he himself is too poor to afford food!

He is very serious: "No, I am actually very poor."

[Zeng Jian Shanhai: "????????"] Ma Ma, someone is pretending here!

News spread quickly on the Internet, and the news that the anchor was a local tyrant quickly spread across the platform, and a large wave of people flocked in to watch, and the number of people quickly reached 10.

Si Xing was calm and composed, poured the soy milk filtered in the pot into the pot and boiled it, and at the same time introduced: "After the tofu is boiled, there is an oil film on the surface. After picking up this oil film and drying it, it becomes the bean skin. I will make it today." The most famous is the tofu skin buns that appeared in the eighth chapter of "Dream of Red Mansions."

He took a prepared bamboo stick to pick off a thin layer of film, and then showed it in the lens in front of the sun, which was light and transparent.

[Zeng Jian Shanhai: "6666666 is a good technique."] Send out rocket x1

【Xiaobaicai: "Can you make steamed stuffed buns if it's so thin?! Won't the filling be exposed?"】

【Don't you see: "Wow, what is "Dream of Red Mansions"?"】

【Qiqi: "Upstairs you are out, "Dream of Red Mansions" is a book written thousands of years ago. It used to be a compulsory reading list for compulsory education. Then it was not an education reform. After the reform, it will be gone."]

【Don't you see: "Isn't compulsory education learning mechs? What the fuck?"】

【Qiqi: "...it's been changed for hundreds of years, but recently it seems to have started a renaissance hahaha, the retro style is back."】

This is also the key point that Si Xing grasped. It seems that something happened in this era in the past, which caused the culture to be quite lonely. There is only a little record in classical philology, just like the 21st century. "But it's the same as not learning "Book of Changes" or "Book of Rites".

He picked out a lot of bean curds, thought about it, took out a pot of soy milk, sprinkled it with sugar, and put it in front of the moon.His live broadcast cameras are all controlled by the moon, and occasionally he can see his own image when he looks up. It is obvious that the moon's technology is very professional, and it is worth rewarding with a glass of soy milk.

While Yue Yue was drinking soy milk with relish, Si Xing began to prepare the stuffing.

Mince the pork tenderloin, open the back of the live shrimp, remove the shell and remove the shrimp thread, chop it into shrimp paste with the back of a knife, blanch the winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms and other vegetables to remove the earthy smell, then cut them into cubes, add seasonings and stir-fry them in turn, and then use the dried The bean skins are tied into a lucky bag, tied tightly with vegetable stems and steamed in a steamer.

He moves neatly, and he doesn't sloppy at all when chopping meat and dicing. A kitchen knife is so powerful that it is easy to attract people's attention. A wave of 666 bullets flew up, and Zeng Jian Shanhai took the lead in brushing up small gifts .

When the buns were cooked, he made a hot and sour sauce with oil-consuming vinegar and millet pepper, and then looked up at the barrage.

[Xiaobaicai: "It's been a long time since I've seen other people cook. Last time, a live broadcaster made nutrient solution and almost killed me from laughing. So what the hell is it called a dish?"】

[Zeng Jian Shanhai: "Don't say it, just such an anchor can be the first outdoor brother, and fans are ky at other anchors every day, it's disgusting."]

【I, Du Ziteng: "... shut up upstairs! That fan shop is like installing a radar, what should I do if I follow the smell later, Xing Xing is still a new anchor! Don't be fooled into shutting yourself up."】

He just sent out this barrage, and immediately a bunch of barrages flooded the screen.

【Yingxue in the bottle: "? Where are the dogs barking?"】

【瓶の球雨: "Who gave your face a leapfrog touch on my bottle? Is it too much to rub the heat and step on it?"】

[Ping の Jin Jin: "Laughing, some people are jealous that our Ping Renmei is famous, your live broadcast is amazing, you go on?"】

A crowd of spectators wearing bottle vests occupied the screen densely, unsightly, and all the words that had no lower limit came out.

Si Xing frowned.

[Zeng Jian Shanhai: "Damn! Du Ziteng, you crow mouth!!!"]